Rudder notes that Asian men are the most likely of any group to highlight a specific ethnic/national identity in addition to the more general “Asian” label:

So I wasn’t extremely surprised to see that Latino and Asian men specified identifies within those categories…but look back at the Latina image, and then this one for Asian women:

"Don’t Asian women have the highest rates of outmarriage in the US? It seems likely that they are advertising to find a man,not a man who wants an Asian woman […]."

That's a very interesting point.

My thought is kind of similar: My impression is that Asian women (by Asian I mean East and South East Asian) are much better integrated in Western countries than Asian men. If that is the case Asian women do perhaps just not need to identify themselves with a certain Asian nation or ethnicity, since they identify with/feel home in the Western society in which they live much more then Asian men do.

The better integration of Asian women compared to that of Asian men may be due to the frequent sexualization of Asian women in Western societies (they're much more welcome than Asian men), as I perceive it, and the frequent de-sexualization of Asian men in Western societies, which has been mentioned in the comments here earlier.

During the first ten years of being an analyst, I had briefings from a total four women CEOs, none of them women of color. While women still face tremendous discrimination in tech, I’m seeing progress but it’s not enough. To help change this, when I meet women CEOs of start-ups, I take them aside and ask how I can personally help them. I especially reach out to women of color in any position who are contemplating making a move out of their comfort zone. After all, I know what it's like to be different, to be first.

My hope is that my ideas and words provide people with a roadmap of how to manage disruption in their organizations and their lives. And I hope that my life and career serves as an inspiration especially for women of color for how to pursue and manage disruption in their lives.

Letters for Black Lives started as a crowdsourced letter for Asian-Americans who wanted a framework for discussing issues of anti-Blackness and police violence with their immigrant parents. It’s quickly grown into a vibrant community with more than 200 contributors, 30 translations, and many more voices being shared through words, sound, and video.

Nikki: Hey, Noah. Thank you for being willing to chat about this subject with me, despite its general unpleasantness. This note was the first thing I saw in my inbox the other day: “One day, your son will look at you totally differently. You left your culture at the door when you married a white guy. I am pretty liberal, but the sheer number of Korean girls going after white guys is embarrassing. Your son will notice that too one day.”

[Ed. Note, 5.20.16 — My anonymous correspondent also sent me a cartoon with his insulting note, which I thought he himself had drawn given that it was so consistent with the tone and content of his note to me, but I have since been informed the cartoon is actually the work of someone else. Since I have not been given a means by which to cite it or reliable proof of its authorship, I’ve removed it from this post. –NSC]

[Here let us pause to grudgingly acknowledge that emailing a silly note and a cartoon to a stranger is really some dedicated, next-level

Slenderness is part of the beauty standard for most cultures. But part of the reason the pressure to be thin in East Asian culture is so suffocating is because it's assumed to be a natural given. Terms like “Asian-metabolism” and “Asian skinny genes” point toward the expectation that being slender comes effortlessly (and biologically) for people of Chinese, Taiwan, Japanese, Korean descent.

To some extent, there probably is a higher percentage of East Asian women who are naturally thin. But the usage of this potential correlation as a blanket standard for all Asians led me to believe that my inability to be effortlessly thin meant that something was wrong with me. I was defective, and any measures I took to try and disguise this fact had to be kept secret. Beyond the ritualistic self-body-shaming sharing that most teenage girls discussed, I hid my struggle.

I silently resented my little brother, who was underweight and had to drink chocolate milkshakes after dinner to bring the scale up. I saw red after I got onto the subway in Taiwan and saw a beanpole-skinny college student toting a giant bag of fried chicken. I looked away in anger when we went out to dinner and my thinner friends would order burgers and joke about pigging out while I picked at my salad.

My name is Juliana. I am a seventeen-year-old Taiwanese American. There are many people of my descent who are naturally thin, and who are absolutely beautiful that way. I am not one of them.